Does My Grief Make You Uncomfortable? Me Too.

February 10, 2018

Does my grief make you uncomfortable? Me too.

On a daily basis, without the option of unfollowing it, ignoring it, avoiding it without a second thought. It’s a part of my everyday life. Every minute, every hour, every moment. My grief that is because of my love for my child, is always there.

I don’t bring up my daughter to make you squirm. I don’t bring her up for your sympathy, or maybe some days I do because this is heavy. My heart is heavier than most.

I talk about her, I include her because she’s my child. It’s as simple as that. I carried her. I gave birth to her, I held her, I sang to her, I loved on her, and I will always love her because she’s a part of my very being.

I don’t ignore that she existed. I can’t pretend that I didn’t once have another child here in my arms. I won’t stop talking about her or including her in our family’s life because she matters.

I’m sorry if that makes you sad. If it makes you uncomfortable. If the thought of it makes you cringe, is too much for you, is something you just cannot deal with. Because, although it may be hard for you to hear about, this is my reality. This is my life. It’s who I am now.

My grief, child loss, isn’t something you can catch. It’s not a virus, a disease. It’s not a dirty subject to avoid. It’s not a reason to stop being my friend, it’s a reason to dig your feet into the ground and be a better friend. To show you care, to love me even at my worst. Because thankfully you don’t and hopefully never will understand what I’ve been through and why I can never go back to who I once was. Why I never want to. Why there will always be the before Emma and after Emma line in my life. Why just hearing her sweet name is so precious to my grieving heart.

So, the next time I talk about her, please rather than offering advice just let me be. Tell me your sorry. Let me know you care, that you too wish she was here with us. Be the friend I so desperately need on days when my heart is overwhelmed. Honor her by speaking her name, honor our friendship by not avoiding my grief but embracing me for who I am now. A mother who has a little girl in heaven. But still her mother just the same.

Like this:

Amelia’s journey through loss started in 2012 with her first miscarriage. Now 5 years later she has experienced a total of 4 miscarriages and loss of her precious twin daughter Emma Rose at 23 days old. Amelia feels that sharing her story and being open about the pain as well as the healing that comes in time after loss has been an important part to her journey and her mission to helping other families. She encourages families to look for the joy that can be found because of the love we have for our children and tries to find that in each day as she raises her surviving twin son Alex and her second set of twins Cameron and Christian.

2 Comments

JD

February 11, 2018 at 10:59 pm

So very true for even losing a spouse. Thank you for being so eloquently spoken!

Cheryl A Reich

February 12, 2018 at 11:24 am

My son’s name is Ross and we are coming up on the 3rd anniversary. I love him and miss him every day.